At our house, we’re used to soccer, football, tennis, and even track. We own enough cleats to open a store: The Dirty Used-Cleats Store, I think we’d call it. But this year, for the first time, one of our boys is trying something new.
He had to give up running track this year to give lacrosse a try, and he was a bit hesitant to do so. He deemed the first few practices “okay.” Then came the wettest, muddiest day ever. It poured all day, and that afternoon the boys practiced right through it. But that’s not all. When my son came home that day, I asked him how practice went. “Today was the BEST day,” he said. “We got to HIT, with STICKS.”
And there, folks, you have it. My son’s analysis of the best day of practice comes down to this: hitting is awesome.
I’m not sure I have anything to add to that!
